Chapter 5
"No! I don't believe it!"
Kathy Dennis sat in the high school cafeteria, her lower jaw slackened as she listened to Betty tell her story.
The young blonde was trembling, rubbing her fingers along her upper arms and feeling very, very cold. It had been three days since her ordeal, three long days in which she had had little sleep. All through the night she had tossed and turned, feeling the hard smacking kiss of the leather belt, the tearing pull of the thongs, and always that delicious itchy squeeze of Karl's cockmeat through her cunt or penetrating her tight little asshole.
Betty had cut Mr. Wilson's class three times, fearing she would come unglued if she were to see him up there in front of everybody teaching as if nothing had happened. She wanted to scream when she saw him in the hall. Instead, all she did was shrink away, praying God neither he nor the coach had spotted her. When her best friend, Kathy, had cornered her in the cafeteria that afternoon, Betty had tried to leave. But Kathy had been so insistent, and the blonde teen had had a real need to tell someone.
"It's ... true! Oh God, it's so true," she cried, burying her head in her hands and crying. She felt stinging tears wetting her fingers as she rested her elbows on the cool formica-topped table.
Kathy looked around nervously, shrugging off curious stares from passing students.
"Then you've gotta tell Mr. Hennessey, the principal. He'll take care of those creeps," Kathy said after some moments of thought.
"I can't," Betty retorted, wiping the tears with the back of one hand. "They've got those pictures of me doing things with them. If I say anything, they're gonna say I led them on!"
"So what? Even with that, they'll lose their jobs," Kathy replied, looking a little smug with her answer.
"But what about me? It'll be all over the city what I did. My mom'll freak. Nobody'll talk to me! Oh, why is this happening to me?"
Kathy sat at the table for a while, tapping the table top with her pencil.
"Then we've gotta get those pictures. Once you have them, Mr. Wilson and Coach Ungar don't have a hold over you, right?"
Betty looked at her friend miserably.
"But I don't know where they are. I think I heard them say something about stashing them in the coach's office, but how are we gonna get inside there? Two girls in a guy's gym?"
"We'll just have to wait 'til after school. You know Warren Yonkers? He's got a real crush on me. I think I can get him to get the keys to Coach Ungar's office. Then all we have to do is wait 'til he leaves, and break in."
"It sounds too simple, Kathy," Betty said, feeling hope rush into her for the first time since her double rape. She wanted to believe something like that could happen. But just remembering how certain those men were about having her in the palms of their hands made Betty feel as if the project were doomed from the start. "What if they catch us? They'll drag you into this too."
The brunette shrugged, a faint smile tracing across her lips.
"That's what friends are for. Besides," she added, flipping her hair behind her narrow shoulders, "these kinda creeps don't belong in a school. I don't like the idea of Mr. Wilson and Coach Ungar strutting around, picking out girls and ... and fucking them."
Betty winced, feeling there was some disapproval directed toward her. She realized that she would have to either support Kathy or back away. It took her little time to decide.
"All right. We'll do it. Tonight?"
Kathy frowned, rolling up her eyes in thought.
"I'll see if I can get Warren on the move. Don't worry, Betty, we'll get this thing under control."
Betty hoped so, and continued hoping so all through the remainder of the school day. Again she cut her biology class, knowing full well her mother would be getting a note on this, her fourth unauthroized absence. Betty didn't care.
When three-thirty came around, she stood in front of the coach's office as Kathy had directed, feeling as if her heart would come right through her ribcage. Coach Ungar had just passed her in the hall, purposely brushing against her and touching her ass with the back of his hand before moving on. Why did he still have that awful power to make her shiver like that?
Betty felt her cunt contract as those delicious hot sensations came back again, making her clit start to stiffen and rise from around her surrounding dark-pink moist cuntflesh. Betty shook off the sensation, rubbing her fingers briskly over her arms while pressing her ass against the green metal lockers behind her.
"Betty?"
"Oh!"
Betty nearly jumped from her skin. It was Kathy, she held a small ring of keys, wiggling them triumphantly in front of her face. She had a broad smile that lit everything up around her. Betty sighed with relief. She had done it! Now all they had to do was sneak downstairs, break into the office, and search for those tell-tale photos.
"Come on. Let's go!"
The two girls rushed off quickly down the long corridor, heading for the gymnasium area.
"I'm scared, Betty, but we're gonna do it," Kathy said, taking her hand and walking quickly toward the male half of the locker area.
When they reached the large double doors leading to the shower and Jacuzzi space, both heard the sounds of boys talking and laughing above the steady hiss of running water. Betty reddened, feeling that hot tight sensation shoot through her cunt all over again. She felt her outer pussy-lips swelling, and becoming moist. Naked men. Hot naked men, only feet away, ready to fuck her if she should push those doors open and ... what on earth could she be thinking of? Betty pushed those horrid, naughty thoughts from her mind and followed her friend down another shorter hall to where she guessed Coach Ungar held court.
"Here. Warren said Coach Ungar was having some kind of pep-talk, or something, with the team for the next hour, then giving some practice shots. He won't be down here for a while. Come on."
All the offices were dark. Betty felt her pulse jump a littl when she saw his name stenciled neatly in black on the glass of his door. Her friend fished out the appropriate key, inserted it, and opened the door.
"There. Come on, let's look now for those pictures."
Closing the door behind them, the girls began immediately searching through the office, being careful to put back everything they examined in the correct spot. All through their search, Betty prayed God she would be the one to find those photos. The girl could well imagine her friend's shock when she saw her bent over that way, roped hand and foot, with that cock fucking her. There was that horrid smile on her face, too, a smile Mr. Wilson accurately said couldn't be mistaken for anything but sheer, animal pleasure.
"Here ... are these ... oh, Betty! My God!" Her friend's face had whitened as she studied one picture after another, shaking her head, her mouth opened.
"I told you they were awful," Betty sobbed, rushing to her side.
She felt her heart beating hard all over again, that moist, sexy, itchy, achy heat concentrated in the fuzzy bundle between her legs as she stared at those pictures of her bound to the board. More interesting was that cock splitting her ass right in two.
Grabbing the pictures from Kathy, she gave them one last look, terror knifing through her mind. Her tits were starting to itch around her nipples while her furry cunt was generating more heat as her swollen cuntlips rubbed against one another. No. She wasn't going to have that kind of reaction here-not here, not in front of her friend, not in the coach's office. She was a good girl, not some mindless slut Mr. Wilson and Coach Ungar had tried to tell her she was. A knot of tension formed between her belly and pussy as Kathy closed the briefcase and put it back on the floor. They were about to leave when two silhouettes in front of the door stopped them cold in their tracks. Someone was reaching for keys outside the office.
"I thought you said he'd be gone for the hour," Betty whispered, looking wildly around for some place to hide.
"The cabinet!"
But Coach Ungar had opened the door too quickly. Behind him was Karl Wilson, as surprised to see the young women as they were to see him.
"Close the door, Karl."
"I'll scream," Kathy said defiantly, eyeing the door while backing against the wall.
"Then do it. Nobody's around. The team went home. I sent them there. Now, what are you thieves doing in my office?"
Betty stood quietly by the tall green metal cabinet, having stashed the pictures in her bra. She saw him looking at the briefcase, a smile crossing his lips.
"Of course."
Moving to the case, Coach Ungar eyed Betty, his smile broadening.
"Our little secret seems to have gotten around, right? Maybe your friend is interested in joining out little club?"
The athletic director opened his case and saw immediately that the photos were gone. Karl didn't wait that long. He moved quickly across the room, grabbing Kathy by her long brown hair and pulling the girl down against the desk. She screamed, her feet going out from under her while her arms buckled under her body. He twisted her hair tightly, pulling the strands from her scalp while dragging her over the desktop. Turning her onto her back, he brought the flat of his free hand down hard across one side of her face, back-handing her twice, directing his knuckles across her chin.
Betty screamed, clapping her hands over her lips as she watched her friend being beaten. Another blow sent Kathy rolling across the top of the desk, collapsing into a crumpled hump on the floor.
"Ohhhhhh...." she moaned, drawing herself in a fetal position.
Karl moved around behind her, kicking her twice in the ass, then bending over her and picking her up by the hair once more. Kathy screamed, her cry knocked out of her by two more slaps across the face. She looked up at her tormentor, fear in her eyes. .Betty saw the bravado her friend had shown earlier was gone, evaporated under the heat of Mr. Wilson's fury.
"Where are those pictures?" he shouted in her face, spittle frothing against her cheeks.
"I don't know. I really don't," Kathy said, her face a mask of pain as he pulled her hair once more.
"Hey. Betty was the closest one. She's probably got them," Coach Ungar suggested.
"Then search her. Strip-search her," he corrected, pulling Kathy away and slapping her again for good measure.
Betty shook her head slowly, her hands on her face. Not again. Dear Lord, not again. They were going to make her endure it all over again-and this time, Kathy would suffer too. "No ... uhhhhh!"
Betty had seen the brightness of his eyes focused on her like the hungry fixed stare of a wolf. She saw his hard-on, that tell-tale bulge against his shorts. Then there came a slap, an awful stinging hot blow against her cheeks. He had smiled at her broadly before bringing his big hand down across her face. The report of the slap and her shrill cry were simultaneous. Her head throbbed as it snapped back and struck the wall, the force of it knocking a picture to the floor. Betty let out another groan, feeling her knees giving way as she slipped toward the floor.
"No!" she whimpered, the stink of his sweaty clothes filling her nostrils.
The excitement in the room was building quickly. She heard her friend crying out and guessed Karl was torturing her as well. They couldn't keep them here and do this sort of thing. Sooner or later, the janitor would come by and he'd hear them.
"Man, I could have you gimme head right here," the coach said, hooking his thumbs under the elastic band of his workout shorts and pushing them down.
Betty could see the pressure being exerted against his jockstrap, the pressure of his cock growing long and thick. And when he pushed the ribbed cotton cup down, she backed away as the long thick thing bobbed out, pointing right at her. She sobbed, her back against the wall, her fists clenched with her nails creasing her sweaty palms.
"Here!" Dan grabbed her, his one hand coming down on her head, striking her hard enough to daze her.
Wrapping his fingers around her hair, he dragged her to the center of the office. Betty groaned, her eyelids blinking rapidly as she struggled weakly against him. Mr. Wilson was holding Kathy against the wall, slapping her, biting her throat, making the girl shriek through the rag he had stuffed in her mouth. Kathy's eyes rolled in terror. Then another slap was followed by the tearing sound of Betty's dress being ripped from her body.
"Uh!"
There were more ripping sounds-the sounds of her blouse being torn from her body, the sounds of her bra strap being ripped, the sounds of her panties and skirt being pulled roughly down and off. "No!"
Dan was on top of her, making up for the fuck he felt he'd been cheated of earlier. His short haircut felt like bristled brushes against her tits as he buried his face in her tits and began sucking on them brutally. As her fear mounted, more sweat oozed from her pores, glistening on her flesh. She was naked now, the remnants of her clothes scattered around her naked body. Dan had her on the carpeted floor, his lingers tearing at her hair each time she tried to scream.
Finally he stuffed her panties in her mouth, shoving them all the way in and securing them with what was left of her bra. He tied the strap around the back of her head, knocking her knees apart and settling down between them. It was a brutal, awful rape, nearly as terrifying as the first time Karl had fucked her. She threw her head back, letting out a muffled groan. But again, to her horror, she found her fear was replaced by a terrible desire to feel the coach's mouth on her thigh flesh, bruising her inner muscles. She wanted to feel his strong sharp teeth between her kicking legs, even deeper, tearing at her clit, ravaging her until she couldn't cum any longer.
" 'Oooo wwwwww!"
Still something in Betty was fighting him, fighting for what little was left of her pride. She struggled, feeling him holding her right wrist with one hand while he jammed his palm between her legs, forcing them wider. He cupped her crotch, his thumb ramming her cunt crack.
Without thinking, the girl began shoving her hips up and down, helping him embed his thick thumb in her wet cunt. Dan grunted with satisfaction, shoving in his thumb in at an angle, finding her swollen clit, then crushing the tiny fuck bud with his nail.
"Eaghghhghghghh!"
Brilliant stars exploded in her head at the unspeakable pain. Her legs kicked out as the big man continued tormenting her clit.
When Betty thought she surely would pass out from the agony, Dan took his hand away, throwing himself on her belly and prying her legs apart with his hands and knees. Betty shut her eyes, her ass flattened against the floor. A pulse leaped through her throat as she tightened her jaw. Spasms of wild lust leaped through her belly, spearing into her cunt, making her full cuntlips swell and throb even more. She could feel her pussywalls rubbing sexily against one another every time she rolled her thighs up against Dan's muscled belly. Then she felt his weight pressing down on her harder, felt something hot rubbing up against her jagged wet cuntal slit.
"Uhhh ... owwwwwww!"
He was in, doing it to her, doing it to her the way Karl had. His cockshaft burned through her cunt, the force sending Shockwaves through her twisting body. In a moment, the coach was all the way in her pussy, his belly pressed against hers while his hands moved up and started kneading her tits. He fucked her harder and faster, slamming hard into her and stretching her pussy open.
As he rode her, Betty tightened up, clutching at his pounding prick. Both of them were panting hard, working fiendishly at this unholy alliance. Again and again, they collided, a cry of greed escaping from the young teen's mouth as Coach Ungar slammed hard into her.
The first bursts of cum burned into her pussy like acid. She kicked her legs high, beating the balls of her feet against his lower back as the thrusting climax burst through her loins and exploded throughout her body. Oh God, God, the shame of it!